Dirty Timbs - Emilio Rojas

No one gave me nothin', I had nothin' handed to me

If you talkin' money, then you got an understandin' with me

I can’t believe I ever treated you like family homie

I let you in and now you actin' like you barely know me

Fuck 'em, I don’t want 'em, I don’t need 'em

I don’t bite the hand that feed me ain’t the reason that I’m eatin, nah

Man I did it with my mothafuckin' talent

But these corny mothafuckas want credit for my achievement, nah

Listen, are you a liar or a grown man?

Yeah, 'cause you can’t be both, right?

Yeah, you ain’t ridin' with me, we ridin' on you

The least that I could do is let you know, right?

I stand alone, I gotta handle it

Yeah, 'cause if you ain’t gonna do it yourself, it isn’t happenin'

And management said can it with that Hispanic shit

But mira mira mothafucka, es mi vida mothafucka

Ain’t nobody tellin' me how to live my life

I’m comin' back like I’m Buddha, I’m 'bout to live it twice

Don’t ever listen to no one, now that’s the best advice

You don’t gotta a clue what I sacrifice, I told ya

Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah

(Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah

(Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs

It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit

A middle finger in the air for the people that’ll doubt it

People still are askin' what happened with that Ross shit

He made some promises but he was only talkin'

He said the lawyers would call me with an offer

But what the hell type of boss answer to bosses?

I was gettin' calls on the label, I sat across at the table

From Wendy Goldstein, we talked and we played her

Couple songs from the tape that I would drop a week later

Then she stopped and said she had to put the offer on paper

But we waited and it never came

They wanted me to sell my soul so they could go and sell me dreams

These label people, they tell you things to tell you things

You gotta see through their bullshit like cellophane

I am not embellishin', I just had to speak this

I don’t want them thinkin' that my silence is weakness

Imagine if I had signed and started beefin'

Would he had turn his back on me like after that Meek shit?

Man, I ain’t even sleepin', I gotta get it for my family and nieces

Yeah and I probably shouldn’t release it

But I ain’t never listen to reason, I told ya

Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah

(Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams)

They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah

That’s why we out here in some dirty ass Timbs

It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit

A middle finger in the air for the people that did doubt it

Now I don’t owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah

(Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

They lyin' if they told you that you can’t change, hell nah

(Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs

It’s the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain’t about shit

A middle finger in the air for the people that’ll doubt it

Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams

Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams